Turn the beat around.
Love to hear percussion.
Turn it upside down.
Love to hear percussion.
Love to hear it.
Blow horns, you sure sound pretty!
Your bottom lips keep moving to the nitty gritty.
But when you hear the scratch of the guitars scratching.
Then you know that rhythm carries all the action.
Turn the beat around.
Love to hear percussion.
(Move your feet when you feel the beat!)
Turn it upside down.
Love to hear percussion.
Love to hear it.
Flute player, play your flute, cause
I know that you want to get jumping.
But you see, I've made up my mind about
It's got to be the rhythm, no doubt about it.
Cause when the guitar player starts playing with the syncopated rhythm
With the scratch, scratch, scratch
Makes me want to move my body, yeah yeah yeah!
And when the drummer starts beating that beat,
Beating the outside beat with the syncopated rhythm
With the rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on a drum.
Turn the beat around.
Love to hear percussion.
Turn it upside down.
Love to hear percussion.
Love to hear it
Robinson Vicki Sue - Turn The Beat Around Lyrics
Robinson Vicki Sue - Turn The Beat Around Lyrics
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Turn the beat around.
Love to hear percussion.
Turn it upside down.
Love to hear percussion.
Love to hear it.
Blow horns, you sure sound pretty!
Your bottom lips keep moving to the nitty gritty.
But when you hear the scratch of the guitars scratching.
Then you know that rhythm carries all the action.
Turn the beat around.
Love to hear percussion.
(Move your feet when you feel the beat!)
Turn it upside down.
Love to hear percussion.
Love to hear it.
Flute player, play your flute, cause
I know that you want to get jumping.
But you see, I've made up my mind about
It's got to be the rhythm, no doubt about it.
Cause when the guitar player starts playing with the syncopated rhythm
With the scratch, scratch, scratch
Makes me want to move my body, yeah yeah yeah!
And when the drummer starts beating that beat,
Beating the outside beat with the syncopated rhythm
With the rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on a drum.
Turn the beat around.
Love to hear percussion.
Turn it upside down.
Love to hear percussion.
Love to hear it
Love to hear percussion.
Turn it upside down.
Love to hear percussion.
Love to hear it.
Blow horns, you sure sound pretty!
Your bottom lips keep moving to the nitty gritty.
But when you hear the scratch of the guitars scratching.
Then you know that rhythm carries all the action.
Turn the beat around.
Love to hear percussion.
(Move your feet when you feel the beat!)
Turn it upside down.
Love to hear percussion.
Love to hear it.
Flute player, play your flute, cause
I know that you want to get jumping.
But you see, I've made up my mind about
It's got to be the rhythm, no doubt about it.
Cause when the guitar player starts playing with the syncopated rhythm
With the scratch, scratch, scratch
Makes me want to move my body, yeah yeah yeah!
And when the drummer starts beating that beat,
Beating the outside beat with the syncopated rhythm
With the rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat on a drum.
Turn the beat around.
Love to hear percussion.
Turn it upside down.
Love to hear percussion.
Love to hear it
Writer: GERALD JACKSON, PETER JACKSON, PETER JACKSON JR.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.